[ The message containing the address sparks a smirk and in turn, immediately puts him into action.
He arrives at her door some fifteen seconds later, a box balanced on top of one hand, with the most pleasant scent of cheese and meats fluttering from inside, as he knocks on her door. ]
[ To be honest, a part of her didn't believe him. So imagine her surprise that in about the span of two blinks, there's a knock at her door. She jumps in surprise before moving to open the door, pulling it open with a suspicious expression, one that disappears the moment she sees him and his pizza.]
Holy shit-- [ The door opens wider so he can come in.] You weren't kidding about the Speedy Gonzalez bit.
[ He cracks a smile and then an amused laugh. This isn't anything out of the ordinary, the disbelief about his speed, since after all, until he'd been granted the powers himself, even he would have been skeptical about the idea.
Sliding in past her, he spins the box with the tip of his fingers as he turns himself to continue facing her. ]
I do not know who that is, but I am probably faster than him too.
Racist as hell, yet still beloved, cartoon, speedy mouse? [ come on, everyone knows SG. Except him, apparently. she moves to close the door behind him and pursue the pizza and the man. ]
So I admit, I thought you might be all talk. I take it all back.
Sadly, there was too many distractions in Sokovia for cartoons. [ Like running around homeless with his sister and trying to protest against the government. Little things like that.
But he holds his smirk as she approaches. ] I'm not offended. [ He pops up the top of the box open, sausages and pepperoni decorating the still hot cheese. ] I like the challenge of proving myself.
[ Sokovia sounds like some kind of hardcore country that came of the USSR being broken up and Kenzi isn't exactly great with geography so she just nods. ]
Well, point proven. Bravo. [ She moves forward to smell the pizza.] But only half proven. Should we eat first or...?
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and i did not even mention that i can make things wet too
don't tell me you have a jackhammer tongue
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He arrives at her door some fifteen seconds later, a box balanced on top of one hand, with the most pleasant scent of cheese and meats fluttering from inside, as he knocks on her door. ]
Holy shit-- [ The door opens wider so he can come in.] You weren't kidding about the Speedy Gonzalez bit.
Sliding in past her, he spins the box with the tip of his fingers as he turns himself to continue facing her. ]
I do not know who that is, but I am probably faster than him too.
So I admit, I thought you might be all talk. I take it all back.
But he holds his smirk as she approaches. ] I'm not offended. [ He pops up the top of the box open, sausages and pepperoni decorating the still hot cheese. ] I like the challenge of proving myself.
Well, point proven. Bravo. [ She moves forward to smell the pizza.] But only half proven. Should we eat first or...?
Well, you did say you liked pizza in bed. [ Leaning in, his lips hover at her ear: ] So should I put you to bed first?